The Psalms of David ‎#II.CXIII

II.CXIII. The Majesty of Solomon

1 The Majesty of Solomon!
How glorious to behold!
The Servants waiting round his Throne,
The Iv'ry and the Gold!

2 But, mighty God, thy Palace shines
With far superior Beams;
Thine Angel Guards are swift as Winds,
Thy Ministers are Flames.

[3 Soon as thine only Son had made
His Entrance on this Earth,
A shining Army downward fled
To celebrate his Birth.

4 And, when opprest with Pains and Fears,
On the cold Ground he lies,
Behold, a heav'nly Form appears
T' allay his Agonies.]

5 Now to the Hands of Christ our King
Are all their Legions giv'n;
They wait upon his Saints, and bring
His chosen Heirs to Heav'n.

6 Pleasure and Praise run through their Host
To see a Sinner turn;
Then Satan has a Captive lost,
And Christ a Subject born.

7 But there's an Hour of brighter Joy,
When he his Angels sends
Obstinate Rebels to destroy,
And gather in his Friends.

8 O! could I say, without a Doubt,
There shall my Soul be found,
Then let the great Arch-Angel shout,
And the last Trumpet sound.

Text Information

• First Line: The Majesty of Solomon
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Angels: Their Ministry to Christ and Saints

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